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Three years and countless lessons

When I moved to Washington from Wisconsin nearly four years ago, I didn’t know how to pronounce Spokane, let alone Cheney.

Now I roll my eyes every time someone says “Chaney.” I usually know everyone at any given public meeting. I don’t ever get lost in this town anymore, even when someone sends me to the Bermuda Triangle, a.k.a. N. Second through N. Fifth streets.

After three years and a month as a staff reporter here at the Cheney Free Press, I’m saying goodbye. I never could have predicted all that I would learn here when I started in September...